Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house The gentleman lay graveward with his furies; Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam, And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies, The atlas-eater with a jaw for news, Bit out the mandrake with to-morrow's scream. Then, penny-eyed, that gentleman of wounds, Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg, With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds, Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg, Scraped at my cradle in a walking word That night of time under the Christward shelter: I am the long world's gentleman, he said, And share my bed with Capricorn and Cancer.
-- Dylan Thomas
11 November 2008
Hope Keeps Happening
This reminds me of some stuff I said last week. I call this good news. Now I need to find some kind of self-help book that teaches me how to experience hope. I don't know what to do with all of it!
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